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Title: Andersonville : a story of Rebel military prisons, fifteen months a guest of the so-called southern confederacy : a private soldier's experience in Richmond, Andersonville, Savannah, Millen, Blackshear, and Florence
Year: 1879 (1870s)
Authors: McElroy, John, 1846-1929
Subjects: Andersonville Prison United States -- History Civil War, 1861-1865
Publisher: Toledo : D. R. Locke
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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n on the moor. They howled these two nearly the live-long night. Theybecame eventually quite monotonous to us, who were waitingand watching. It would have been quite a rehef if they hadthrown in a new one every hour or so, by way of variety. Morning at last came. Our companies mustered on theirgrounds, and then marched to the space on the South Sidewhere the rations were issued. Each man was armed with asmall club, secured to his wrist by a string. The Rebels — with their chronic fear of an outbreak ani-mating them — had all the infantry in line of battle withloaded guns. The cannon in the works were shotted, the fusesthrust into the touch-holes and the men stood with lanyards inhand ready to mow down everybody, at any instant. A STORY OF KEBEL MLLITAUY PRISONS. 231 The sun rose rapidly through the clear sky, which soonglowed down on us like a brazen oven. The whole campgathered where it could best view the encounter. This wasupon the North Side. As I have before explained the two
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REBEL ARTILLERISTS TRATNTNO THE CANNON ON THE PRISON. sides sloped toward each other like those of a great trough.The Raiders headquarters stood upon the center of the southernslope, and consequently those standing on the northern slopesaw everything as if upon the stage of a theater. While standing in ranks waiting the orders to move, one ofmy comrades touched me on the arm, and said: — My God ! just look over there! I turned from watching the Rebel artillerists, whose inten-tions gave me more uneasiness than anything else, and lookedin the direction indicated by the speaker. The sight was thestrangest one my eyes ever encountered. There were at leastfifteen thousand — perhaps twenty thousand — men packedtogether on the bank, and every eye was turned on us. Theslope was snch that each mans face showed over the shouldersof the one in front of him, making acres on acres of faces. Itwas as if the whole broad hillside was paved or thatched withhuman countenances. 232 ANDERSONVILLE.

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